Archive for July 22nd, 2014

So, Rip Van Winkle: he, am I: awake: again: to find you people, still, all about the same ol’ same ol’: the riven children: raining down from the sky in Ukraine, buried bloody in the sands of Gaza, unseen and unknown and flung into the jungles of Uganda; and still you say, still you say, still you say, you are more than a murderous ape; and in this you lie, and you lie, and you lie, for what you are, is:

Don’t you understand? I have arisen not from the dead but from the living. I am not a voice crying in the wilderness. There is no winter here. No dark. No despair. The lights are going on in my house. I shall not allow the President of the United States to enter here. There is no darkness anywhere. There are only sick little men who have turned away from the light. I have all my lights on. And it is my own face I see in the blazing windows of all the houses on earth.

—Kenneth Patchen

it’s just a kiss awaykiss awaykiss away

You’ll just kill, you ur-people, till your sick sad dick is exhausted, and will never rise again.